January 05, 2011
Oh I Only Want to be a Cowboy
Oh I only want to be a cowboy
To run and buck and to ride
Oh I only want to be a cowboy
With my Harley by my side
When the sun is sinking in the West
Where the bearded sons come to thrill
I`ll inhale the fumes of the exhaust
As we go roaring up the hill
Oh I only want to be a cowboy
Playing poker all night long
Listening to the roar of the v-4
Stinking up the West singing my song
Oh I only want to be a cowboy
To ride The lonely West
To heck with society and all the rest
Got my Harley and my cowhide vest
--John Crowley
Editor's Note--As long as Dad keeps writing it, I plan to publish more of his cowboy-related poetry here. I have to think that his creative juices stem at least in part from growing up in the Dakota West River country.
To run and buck and to ride
Oh I only want to be a cowboy
With my Harley by my side
When the sun is sinking in the West
Where the bearded sons come to thrill
I`ll inhale the fumes of the exhaust
As we go roaring up the hill
Oh I only want to be a cowboy
Playing poker all night long
Listening to the roar of the v-4
Stinking up the West singing my song
Oh I only want to be a cowboy
To ride The lonely West
To heck with society and all the rest
Got my Harley and my cowhide vest
--John Crowley
Editor's Note--As long as Dad keeps writing it, I plan to publish more of his cowboy-related poetry here. I have to think that his creative juices stem at least in part from growing up in the Dakota West River country.
Mike Crowley Wednesday, January 05, 2011